If our love was a fish,
we gave it no water.
We made it a dish
and ate it last quarter.
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We Ate Love
If our love was a fish,
we gave it no water.
We made it a dish
and ate it last quarter.
Tears became wine,
it filled our glasses.
It tasted like brine,
Pinot Grigio passes.
Water takes asking,
sincere giving and zeal.
Now I am fasting,
rethinking this meal.
Give me water.